cinematic moments.

every once in a while i joke about how many moments in my life are like a sitcom, its just that no one is watching.   i had a moment that although it wasn't sitcom-like, it was rather cinematic to me. a moment where you stop to really take in everything thats going on around you.

i stepped out of the bar in my stilettos, the tips buried in freshly-fallen snow that didn't seem to stop coming down, bringing snow over my feet; it had been perfectly clear when we had arrived.  i shrieked as my prized feathered fedora was already covered, and i hadn't been standing outside for a minute.  we had walked to the bar to avoid driving, but i was fortunate enough to catch a ride back to my house, mere blocks away.  there was no way my shoes would make it in the weather; poor planning on my part i suppose.

we met the others at the house, and as i walked toward the sidewalk where my car was parked, i noticed something rocketing towards me.  quickly turning to the side, i heard the low thud on the back of my coat as the snowball crumbled apart, soaking my back, making me laugh.  at that point it was on.

the snow was perfectly powdered, packing together so tight, like God himself customized the snowball blend for our pleasure.  i ran my hand across the top of my car and started creating my arsenal, all the while dodging snowballs flying from four other directions.

i didn't care that it was after midnight and i'd probably had too much to drink.  i didn't care that my neighbors probably wondered what the hell was going on outside.  i stood still, laughing at the whole thing, watching as they threw snowballs at each other, at my house, doing their best to throw it hard enough that it would stick to the brick facade.  the snow was falling faster every minute, to the point that we would've had feet instead of inches had it kept up.  it looked so beautiful in the light of the lamp post in my front yard.  my feet were turning red from the cold, but somehow it didn't really matter.

sometimes you just have to stop and let yourself drink in the moment.  this is what life looks like.

its beginning to look a lot like december.

well, it finally feels like winter here in charleston.  i woke up this morning to snow on my car and a feeling of sadness, hoping the rental car gods had blessed me with an ice scraper.  i don't like cold weather. i hate all of that jazz that comes along with the "beauty" of winter; if you're into dead trees with frozen water stuck to their branches, black ice, soul-crushing temperatures and seasonal depression, more power to you.  i'm into sunshine, lightweight hoodies and shorts, thanks.

but regardless, while i was sitting in my office i did have to marvel at the flurries outside my big window.  i work at an airport, on top of a mountain where there's nothing to block the chilling winds that will literally take your breath away.  this wind made the snowflakes flutter around aimlessly and for a little while it really did look like a snowglobe.  i went for a run tonight and while it was absolutely freezing, it was kind of pretty.  i liked seeing the little white bits floating in the glow of the streetlights, clashing with the dark that comes way too early these days, the christmas lights that people have already put up (it's december now, so i guess thats acceptable), the massive lit christmas tree on top of the bb&t building.

maybe the "beauty" of winter is beautiful in the way that some dogs are so ugly they're cute, but after tonight, i'd rather enjoy it from inside my warm house. hello winter.  i'm not happy you're here, but you can stay for a few months, i guess.